Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

Chapter 6

6

VANESSA 

I feel him before I see him, watching me from a dark alcove near the front entrance of the bar. Always watching. 

When Callum steps out, he looks like a demon emerging from the shadows. His are teeth bared in a malevolent grin, his sharp jawline illuminated by the neon bar sign hanging in the window beside him. His name leaves my lips in question as my eyes drink in the sight of him; tall, broad–shouldered, and dressed in dark denim, a faded grey t–shirt, and a beat–up black leather jacket. His hair is deliciously disheveled, a stray lock flopping down over his forehead and skimming his browline. 

He‘s the picture of a beautiful nightmare; a bad boy fantasy come to life. My pulse races in nervous excitement as I swivel away from the front door of the Stillwater Tap to take a step in his direction instead. 

“Hi.” My voice comes out in a breathy whisper; so damn husky that I hardly even recognize it. “Hi,” he answers back in that deep, raspy timbre. 

I shiver. 

My heels snick against the pavement underfoot as I continue in his direction.“ What are you doing out here?” Callum holds up a hand, a joint smoldering between his fingers. I smirk, pausing a few feet away from him and folding my arms over my chest.“ Keeping a clear head, I see.” 

“Always.” He tosses the still–burning joint to the ground, grinding it into the pavement underneath the sole of one of his big boots. “It‘s a madhouse in there,” he comments, tipping his head to indicate the building that houses the Stillwater 

Tap. 

“Yeah?” I take another step toward him. “Yeah,” he echoes, closing the remaining distance between us in a single stride. He‘s suddenly so close that we‘re breathing each other‘s air. He smells like juniper and smoke, leather and spice– a heady, masculine combination that my wolf immediately responds to. I feel her stirring in my chest, pushing her way forward in sudden interest. His eyes are hypnotizing. Turquoise, like the Caribbean sea, with little 

shimmering specks of silver. His wolf peeking back at mine. His tongue snakes out to wet his lips, and my gaze immediately drops to them, mapping the dip of his cupid‘s bow, the swell of his plump lower lip. They look so soft. Kissable... His fingertips meet my jawline and my eyes snap back up to his. His touch is electric. My heart pounds faster as he trails his fingers along my jaw, and I‘m thankful the music pulsing from the bar beside us is loud enough to mask it. I suck in a breath through my teeth, my eyes sliding closed as I revel in the sensation of his featherlight touch. “Want to go somewhere quieter?” 

A 

Wait, what the hell did I just ask? 

My eyes fly open in disbelief that those words just left my lips. I don‘t know what‘s gotten into me all of the sudden, but I‘m obviously not thinking clearly. 

Those soft, kissable lips twitch up into a sinful smirk and his hand slides down to cup my chin, pulling my face closer. His eyes are so close to my own that they cross a little in an effort to focus. “You got a car?” 1 

My head bobs as I nod wordlessly. “Alright. C‘mon.” Callum releases my chin and slings an arm around my shoulders, tucking me into his side and starting toward the parking lot. His body is so warm in contrast to the bitter winter chill that I find myself leaning into him, seeking that warmth. Seeking him. 

Holy hell, what am I doing?! My heart thunders against my ribs as we walk toward the back of the lot, my mind racing. 

Don‘t overthink it. 

than done.

as

lifting his chin toward

one.” I pop open my clutch and fumble around inside for my keys, clicking the unlock button on the key fob once I find them. The tail lights blink and Cal‘s arm drops from around my shoulders as he strides around

drop down onto the drivers‘ seat, taking my place behind the wheel. He slides in beside me as I‘m fastening my seatbelt. “Where to?” I ask,

find a station, the noise a welcome reprieve from the errant thoughts pinging around in my

ask, a feeble attempt to make

“Crowded,” Cal grumbles. 

momentarily mesmerized by the way the shadows dance across the sharp lines of his

in affirmation. “She showed up

flying wide. I know my friend, and she would‘ve told me if she was planning on going to the party with a date. He chuckles softly. “Chase just about lost his shit.”

Except maybe himself.” He swipes a hand over his chin, his aqua eyes

and Vee both,” I

our destination. The lighthearted banter puts me

this left,” Callum instructs, pointing out the windshield to

vomit. “If you think this is a hookup, you‘ve got me all wrong,” I blurt, my hair whipping me in the face as I snap my head toward him. “If you‘re bringing me back to your place, I...” He cuts me off with a bark of laughter, his hand landing on my bare thigh. “I‘d fuck you, but we could‘ve just done that in the parking lot,” he murmurs, smirking. “And if you think

wrong, too.” Huh? 

brows draw together in confusion as he leans forward, pointing to the wide shoulder of the

park. Now I‘m even more confused. We‘re in the middle of nowhere, there‘s nothing but trees all around us. Is this some kind of sick joke? His hand squeezes my thigh, sending a swarm of tingles racing through my body. “You got anything other than those heels? Might be hard to walk through the snow in them.” “Uh, yeah,” I breathe, unclipping my seatbelt and opening my door. We both get out and Callum meets me at the trunk as I‘m popping it open to retrieve a pair of snow boots. When my mom urged me to keep a pair in here in case of roadside emergencies, something tells me this isn‘t what she had in mind. I grip the edge of the trunk for balance as I slide my

missing a

of nowhere in the dead of night. And now he‘s bundling me up like we‘re going for a hike or something,

barely contain a satisfied groan as I wrap myself up in it, the sleeves hanging down past my hands. “C‘mon.” He slams the trunk closed with a palm, turning on a heel and gesturing for me

crazy enough to do

now, I

boots as I follow his path, surveying my surroundings to try to get my bearings. There‘s something familiar about the route we‘re taking, but I can‘t quite put my finger on it. At least, not until we reach a break in the trees and I see

laugh incredulously, still following him as he marches straight for the large bonfire pit encircled in stones. He throws me a smirk

Maybe. 

other night,” Cal shrugs, stepping past the pit to a woodpile,

in the collar of Callum‘s jacket, breathing in his scent as I watch him start hauling logs into the pit. “Aren‘t

a bottle of lighter fluid, squirting it all over the pile of firewood. My nose wrinkles as the pungent aroma taints the air and I bury my nose further into Cal‘s jacket. I wonder if he wears cologne. No man has the right to smell this good. He lights a match, tossing it into the

to the growing list of things I‘ve been learning about Callum Conway. He‘s not at all what I expected, but then again, people rarely are. I‘m not sure why I‘m so fascinated by him. He has me acting like I‘m somebody else, completely out of my element. I‘m not sure yet if that should worry me. Cal strides over to the same big wooden chair he was seated in the other night, sinking down onto it and beckoning me with a lift of his chin. It‘s a cocky move, but one I find myself responding to nonetheless. With my arms still wrapped around myself and my hands buried inside the jacket sleeves, I walk

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